If I could breathe in colours
would the vapours from my soul be
dravidian brown,
the colour of my ancestor's skin?
or white
the colour of your prejudiced skin?
or perhaps red,
the colour of our blood?
Nah. It will be the colour of sunsets,
of unicorn tails, of rainbows.
It will be the colour of our history,
of wars waged and lives lost.
of love left unsaid.
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